Getting in Shape is Worth it
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This is my first story and I welcome any comments or suggestion.
Dave ~~~~~~
Let me tell you a bit about myself first. I'm in my mid 50's, 6 foot tall a 195 lbs. I am married and the kids have grown up and left home. In the last year I have had two operations and now I have a scar from surgery that starts at me breast bone and head south for a full 12 inches. If you think that is not significant strip down and measure down your own body. A couple more inches and they would have been cutting off a very important part of me. I healed well but as you might imagine I had no stomach muscle left as they had been cut and stitched back up twice in the last 6 month. So understand I am not fat but the waist is not slim like I would hope for. More about me later.
Just last month I had something happen that I want to share with you. It changed my life forever. We live in one of 8 rented cabins. The one across the path from us had just been rented. We learned that firsthand when the new guy stopped me to ask if I could help him carry in some of his furniture. He had a 2 bedroom like our and I noticed that he had turned the second bedroom into him gym. When I comment on my need to get in shape I learned that he was personal trainer at the local fitness club.
I know you are wondering what he looked like so I'll stop my story and fill you in. Hung, yes that was his name, was a 22 year old Asian. He stood about 5 foot 10 inches and must have weighed about 185 pounds. I could see from tank top that he was in good shape with well defined chest and arms and a slim abdomen. You will have to wait for more just like I did.
But, back to my story. When he learned that I wanted to get into shape he offered to help me in the evenings at his place. He said there would be some conditions and that if I could handle those we could begin any time. So of course I asked what they were.
These were his conditions.
First, I needed to accept that he was gay. I realized that even though I was straight and had never done anything with a guy it didn't bother me if he was gay.
Second, the work out times would be Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings from nine to tem PM. He worked all day and was only willing to spare time for me three evenings a week. I could handle that. After all personal trainers were not cheap and here he was offering to do this for free.
Third, now this might be a problem. He told me that in his home he always worked out in the nude and I would have to be willing to do that too. I would have to think on that a bit.
At that point I left to go home and told him I would let him know tomorrow evening a 9 PM what I had decided. Once I thought about the nude workout for a while I realized that other than not being in shape, I had nothing to be ashamed about. I would do it.
The next evening I turned up at his place right on 9 ready to start sweating. To my surprise he said no, let's discuss what you want out of these workouts and set some goals. This was easy as I had been thinking about this for a while. I knew I need to tighten the gut. In addition to that I told Hung I wanted more definition without adding a lot of muscle that I would spend the rest of my life trying to maintain. At my age I wanted more stamina and a leaner look. Once he had that sorted out he then asked me to strip. He wanted measurements and weight to use as starting point. Then came the forth condition. He wanted pictures, just for us he said, so we could see the before and after. I decided I had gone this far and with his promise that he wouldn't share them with anyone else I said yes. As I was removing my clothing I thought now is the time to give him a shock too so I said if I'm stripping for this you have to as well.
I wanted to see what his body looked like if he was not in good shape that maybe he was the wrong guy. Was I ever in for a surprise. He had a body to die for. Great pecs, at least an eight pack, and for guy that worked as a personal trainer his body could be his business card any day. I was impressed! Yes I looked at his cock and balls too. His balls were the size of medium eggs in their shaved pouch and his cock must have been a 'grower' and not a 'shower' because it did not drop even to the middle of his ball sack. He was very through with his measurements, I won't bore you with the details, and then looking at my cock he asked if we should measure that too. By this time I was bold enough to tell him that if it ever got hard he could measure that too.
We spent the rest of this first session learning proper stretching techniques and the hour was soon over. Time to get dressed and go home. ~~~~~~~~~~
This is my first story. So tell my guy should I continue. I welcome your comments and suggestions.
Dave
Davey1950@gmail.com